| 歌曲 | Out on My Feet |
| 歌手 | Pilate |
| 专辑 | Caught by the Window |
| 作曲 : Pilate | |
| Come in from the cold, | |
| And wipe off the rain that bleeds into your bones | |
| Sit down by the fireside, | |
| I watch the flame dance in your eyes | |
| There’s a tear upon your shoulder, | |
| And a scar upon your soul, | |
| Do you fear you’re getting older, | |
| Does it bother you so? | |
| I’m out on my feet again, | |
| Is this love lost or found, | |
| I’m caught in your wires and beginning to tire, baby please... | |
| We’re silent for hours, | |
| The candles scream for their release | |
| Like crumbling towers, | |
| They melt into pools at your feet | |
| There’s a tear upon your shoulder, | |
| And a scar upon your soul, | |
| Do you fear you’re getting older, | |
| Does it bother you so? | |
| I’m out on my feet again, | |
| Is this love lost or found, | |
| I’m caught in your wires and beginning to tire, baby please... | |
| I’m not sorry, | |
| I’m not sorry... | |
| There’s a tear upon your shoulder, | |
| And a scar upon your soul, | |
| Do you fear you’re getting older, | |
| Does it bother you so? | |
| I’m out on my feet again, | |
| Is this love lost or found, | |
| This tale through the years trading smiles for my tears, | |
| The night is now lost, the sun now appears over the fields and through the towns, | |
| Baby please... |
| zuò qǔ : Pilate | |
| Come in from the cold, | |
| And wipe off the rain that bleeds into your bones | |
| Sit down by the fireside, | |
| I watch the flame dance in your eyes | |
| There' s a tear upon your shoulder, | |
| And a scar upon your soul, | |
| Do you fear you' re getting older, | |
| Does it bother you so? | |
| I' m out on my feet again, | |
| Is this love lost or found, | |
| I' m caught in your wires and beginning to tire, baby please... | |
| We' re silent for hours, | |
| The candles scream for their release | |
| Like crumbling towers, | |
| They melt into pools at your feet | |
| There' s a tear upon your shoulder, | |
| And a scar upon your soul, | |
| Do you fear you' re getting older, | |
| Does it bother you so? | |
| I' m out on my feet again, | |
| Is this love lost or found, | |
| I' m caught in your wires and beginning to tire, baby please... | |
| I' m not sorry, | |
| I' m not sorry... | |
| There' s a tear upon your shoulder, | |
| And a scar upon your soul, | |
| Do you fear you' re getting older, | |
| Does it bother you so? | |
| I' m out on my feet again, | |
| Is this love lost or found, | |
| This tale through the years trading smiles for my tears, | |
| The night is now lost, the sun now appears over the fields and through the towns, | |
| Baby please... |